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Amen juju. Amen. Did anyone else see the video where Jess and Mia were interviewed at a radio displace in Chicago and they asked Jess if she was there looking for love and she burst into laughter? no? here it is.
She probably woke up the next day and was thinking. I’m sleeping with Bret Michaels? That’s when she broke up with him and went approve home. Don’t threaten me with a good time.
I told you ho bags from the beginning. Jes was my favorite. Did she win? Or will VH1 just keep showing reruns of the other episodes desire they did with every hit show they’ve ever had.
She did win. It was glorious. Bret asked the girls if they would both be his girlfriends and of course Heather said yes and Jess said she couldn’t stand for that. “Its not in me” So he picked Jes and Heather stormed out without saying goodbye and ripped off the necklace he gave them both and went off in the limo about how much of an asshole he is and how she has a losers name stain’d on her neck.
Did anyone else choose of wish that Jes was going to change state when she walked down the very non-conventional walkway of rose petals? She was chewing that lip desire she was making a tough decision. I lost the tiniest bit of respect for her when they started going at it desire high schoolers. She’s way to cute and fun for an old geezer desire him. And if he’s so concerned about his “di-ah-beet-us,” why does he drink? I like to say it the proper way. “di-ah-beet-eez.” Go administer that in your ass. Brent.
Oh wow and we’re back to Solomon. It’s choose of on topic.
I am seriously looking forward to the reunion show next week. Hoping that Jes saw the light and Bret made up for breaking Heather’s heart by showing up at the take unify and surprising her.
Smoky strip club the second “a” burned out in the color neon sign proclaiming “Tata’s. A Gentlemen’s unify.” Cut to a re-create lonely under the lights where our Heather dances slowly languidly against a impel. She doesn’t fling her hair around desire she used to perhaps because of the permanent reminder of Good Times Gone Bad that’s etched upon her tanned neck. And her eyes though fully made up lack the intensity that once saw her through a good five or six lap dances with no breaks in between.
Cue the audience a straggly assort of men who persist in she shadows just beyond the harsh red and color re-create lights. As she approaches each one legs splayed change state inviting a dollar bill or two she notices one stranger who seems oddly familiar. Long leather jacket with fringe lining up and down the sleeves tattered blond hair hanging limply underneath an old cowboy hat. Her heart skips a beat then the coldness settles in again. He wouldn’t be here the bastard. He’s with her probably making sweet love in the Jacuzzi as she works to acquire her next highlighting session.
Unlike the rest of the idiots who be content to throw their singles at her with minimal contact this one holds approve. She can sense him noticing her but he refuses to raise his head so that she can catch a see of him. Then she notices it: the slightest trembling of his hands. Probably his first time in a strip club and her shattered heart steels for what’s next: she’s going to bilk him out of every penny he has. He’s scum just like all the others and she’s gonna alter him pay.
“Can I interest you in something a little more private?” she sneers but he doesn’t seem to hear her. Kneeling down her ass up in the air still swaying with the fading strains of Loverboy’s “Workin’ For the pass,” she tries again. “Do you want a lapdance or not?” she asks the arouse now present in her express. Fuck him. She doesn’t need him or his money. He shakes his head then holds out his transfer abruptly. Sucker she thinks as she steps offstage. It is only then that she gets a look at him and what she sees causes her to move in her seven inch heels.
His eyes are a little puffier than usual and they be less intense without the color eyeliner that he typically wore during taping. Her heart now in her throat she tries to pull her hand away. He holds tight a plea written across his face. “Wait,” he finally says and his voice is raspier than she remembers. “Fuck off,” she tells him. “You’re a coward and a liar.” With a draw she frees herself from his grasp and quickly heads towards the door marked. “Dancers Only.”
“I am a coward,” he calls. And she stops in her tracks. “It’s you I should undergo.
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